Ghost Bar in Dallas is closing. Wah-wah.
I have only been once, paid $20 for my drink and got hit on by truly the most desperate person I have met to date. As I sat there silently hoping he would pay for my $20 beverage (he didn’t. Surprised? Nope.) I realized this place blows.
Honestly, how does something I can make for $1.15 cost $20? I guess because idiots like me pay for it. So, I had two.
People kept telling me I needed to go outside on the terrace, that the floor is made of glass and you can see all the way down 33 floors. No thanks. Nothing rips a panic attack straight through my body quite like standing outside the side of a skyscraper.
So where will Tony Romo go hang out now? Here’s the answer- no one gives a shit.